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I made it about thirty or forty pages in before I had to give up.
Someone once gave, as a possible explanation for Monty Python's popularity here and in the States way back when, was that the British enjoyed the surreal humour, the Americans thought that was what the English were like. This book takes that premise and aims for the second, and obviously far larger , market.
I'm not saying that I'm outraged, outraged I say!, by the depiction on England herein, it's just that it's not very funny. It's written by someone for whom the Monty Python TV shows are the beginning, middle and end of British comedy and who has frightening recall of every single show (his Pythons book has, IIRC, a quiz with questions like 'What form does the fourth gasman in the gas cooker sketch suggest should be filled in?'). I suspect that John Cleese read through the script after Kim Johnson wrote it because it doesn't seem like Python humour but a photocopy of the same. |
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